The sleep proved to be that last long
slumber which knows no waking on earth, and the paper, when the dead
fingers were gently unclasped, was found to contain the poor lady's last
will and testament, dated a year previously, and duly signed and
witnessed.
[Sidenote: Miss Harley's Will]
In it she left the Ivy House and the whole of her, property to her "dear
niece, Edith Harley, who," said the grateful testatrix, "has borne with
me, a lonely and difficult old woman; has lived my narrow life for my
sake, and, as I have reason to believe, at a great sacrifice of her own
inclinations and without a thought of gain, and who richly deserves the
reward herein bequeathed to her."
* * * * *
There could be no happier home found than that of Edith Hallett and her
husband in the Ivy House at Silchester. Nor did they forget how that
happiness came about.
[Illustration: "AS HE KISSED THEIR FIRSTBORN UNDER THE MISTLETOE."]
"We owe all to your patience," said Dr. Hallett to Edith, as he kissed
their firstborn under the mistletoe at the second Christmastide of their
wedded life.
[Sidenote: A story, founded on fact, of true love, of changed lives, and
of loving service.]
The Tasmanian Sisters
BY
E. B. MOORE
The evening shadows were settling down over Mount Wellington in
Tasmania. The distant city was already bathed in the rosy after-glow.
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